Chapter 530: Charlie Rhodes is Dead

"Ivy!"

Ivy Sherwood felt as if someone was calling her name. She gripped the railing tightly to keep herself from falling.

She lifted her gaze, trying to look ahead, but found nothing there. No one at all.

’Just for a second, I thought I heard Quentin Blackwood’s voice.’

’He’s still abroad, how could he possibly be here? I must have misheard. Maybe I just miss him too much.’

Ruby Sterling felt a pang of guilt and didn’t dare touch Ivy Sherwood. She was terrified something might go wrong.

Meanwhile, Charlie Rhodes was pressuring her, and Ruby Sterling didn’t know what to do.

Ivy Sherwood brandished the knife, knowing it was the only thing she had left to protect herself.

"Stay back... Stay back..." Ivy Sherwood descended the stairs with the knife, her consciousness fading.

With just two steps left, she could no longer hold the knife steady. It clattered to the floor.

A flash of delight crossed Ruby Sterling’s face. ’Ivy Sherwood doesn’t even have the knife anymore, what’s there to be afraid of?’ She moved to push Ivy.

The door was kicked open, and a man burst in. His pupils contracted the moment he saw the scene.

Ruby Sterling’s face went pale. "Quentin... Quentin Blackwood?"

’How is this possible? Isn’t Quentin Blackwood on a business trip? Why would he be here?’

Ruby Sterling looked as if she had seen a ghost, her face ashen.

’It’s over. It’s completely over now.’

"Ivy!"

Seeing Ivy Sherwood in this state, Quentin Blackwood’s heart nearly stopped.

’He had only been away on business for a few days, and someone had bullied Ivy into this state.’ The glaring crimson blood, her fragile body...

Ivy Sherwood felt like she heard Quentin Blackwood calling her name again. ’Is it a hallucination?’

Her eyelids were so heavy. The drug was taking full effect. Ivy Sherwood sensed a figure not far away, but she couldn’t see it clearly.

Her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed forward.

"Ivy!" Quentin Blackwood sprinted over, faster than he had ever run before.

He caught her securely in his arms just as she fell.

The pungent smell of blood stung his nostrils, but it was his heart that ached fiercely.

Quentin Blackwood’s hands were trembling. ’He was just one step too late.’

He had already finished all his work, pulling all-nighters for the past few days just to get back sooner, spending all that time on the plane.

As soon as he landed, he called Ivy Sherwood, but her line was busy. Afterward, no one picked up.

He called the men he had assigned to protect Ivy Sherwood and learned what was happening. Quentin Blackwood floored the accelerator, not knowing how many speeding limits he broke or how many red lights he ran to get there.

’If only he had been a little earlier, even just half an hour earlier, maybe none of this would have happened.’

But his journey back had been anything but smooth. Whether abroad or on his way home, someone had been constantly obstructing him.

Quentin Blackwood held Ivy Sherwood tightly. She had completely passed out, lying quietly in his arms.

If Quentin Blackwood hadn’t run over to catch her, Ivy Sherwood would have fallen down the stairs.

At that moment, the men who had come with Quentin Blackwood also rushed in. For Jason Summers and Ruby Sterling, it was completely over.

Jason Summers had been monitoring Quentin Blackwood’s movements. Knowing Quentin was returning, he had arranged for trouble at the airport to delay the flight, but he never expected Quentin to use a private jet to rush back.

After Quentin landed, Jason also sent people to obstruct him, but this only made Quentin more suspicious, and the attempt failed.

Jason Summers had been calculating the time, thinking Charlie Rhodes had probably already succeeded. Fearing Quentin Blackwood would discover his involvement, he had to pull back for now and clean up any evidence that could incriminate him.

Ruby Sterling and Charlie Rhodes were both captured. Charlie, who was injured, was also taken to the hospital.

Ruby Sterling’s mind went blank. ’I’m done for. I’m completely done for.’

’Now that I’ve provoked Quentin Blackwood, I might not even make it out of this alive.’

In a panic, before the men could grab her, she quickly ran back to her room, grabbed her phone, and called Claire Sherwood.

Claire Sherwood answered, "Mom?"

"Claire, save me! Save me!"

"Did Charlie Rhodes succeed?" Claire Sherwood was more concerned about this.

Ruby Sterling said, "I’m not sure, but I don’t think so."

Ruby Sterling told Claire Sherwood everything she had seen.

’What a useless fool,’ Claire thought. ’He was given such a perfect opportunity and still failed. And now I have to save Ruby Sterling.’

Ruby Sterling said, "Claire, you were the one who told me to do this. You said you had a plan. You have to save me now."

"Alright, I get it." A hint of impatience had crept into Claire Sherwood’s voice.

"Charlie Rhodes isn’t dead yet, is he?" Claire Sherwood asked.

Ruby Sterling replied, "No."

"Then you find a way to kill him."

"What? I can’t do that! Why would I do that? If Charlie Rhodes dies, I won’t get any money."

Charlie Rhodes hadn’t given her the promised money yet. If he died, wouldn’t it all go to his wife and son?

Besides, Quentin Blackwood definitely wouldn’t let her off the hook, and he’d probably have her prosecuted for intentional homicide.

Claire Sherwood said, "If you don’t want to die too quickly, just do as I say. Be careful not to let anyone see you. Ivy Sherwood is the one who killed him. It has nothing to do with you."

Ruby Sterling instantly understood Claire’s meaning. ’That’s right, Ivy Sherwood killed him.’

’As long as Charlie Rhodes is dead, it will be Ivy Sherwood’s responsibility, not hers. Then it becomes a case of intentional homicide by Ivy. Even if they can get the police to drop the case, the Rhodes Family will never let Ivy Sherwood off easily.’

’She knew what she had to do!’

...

When Ivy Sherwood woke up, the first thing she smelled was the pungent scent of disinfectant.

She didn’t know where she was or what was happening around her.

She only heard someone speaking nearby: "We did everything we could. There was nothing more to be done. He couldn’t be saved."

’Who?’

’Who couldn’t be saved?’

’Could it be... her baby?’

Then came a familiar voice, Quentin Blackwood’s: "I understand. Don’t tell her about this yet."

’Don’t tell who? Are they talking about not telling me? Why not tell me?’

Ivy Sherwood’s eyes flew open. Her body ached, especially her abdomen, where a sharp pain flared.

’Am I still alive? But I fell down the stairs... Does this mean I lost the baby?’

"No, please, I’m begging you, save him."

’Her baby was already four or five months along, already formed. It couldn’t be gone.’

"Ivy." Hearing Ivy Sherwood’s voice, Quentin Blackwood, who had been speaking with the doctor, rushed to her side to see her frantically trying to get out of bed.

Tears streamed down Ivy Sherwood’s face. "Quentin, save him..."

"You heard?" Quentin Blackwood was taken aback, then said, "Ivy, the doctors did everything they could. He’s already..."

He was completely dead, beyond saving.